As soon as Xiong Ba died, the six Arctic elites who sniped at the disciples of the Wumeng rushed towards Ye Fan with weapons in hand.
The piercing sound of gunfire continued, and the barrel of the gun trembled violently.
The flying bullets poured out recklessly like a meteor shower.
The warhead shone in the firelight.
For a moment, flames shot into the sky, mud and rocks flew everywhere, and the vegetation was torn apart like pieces of paper.
But Ye Fan was not afraid at all. He kicked Xiong Ba's body to block the bullet in front of him, and then he disappeared from everyone's sight.
The next second, he appeared in front of six enemies.
"Kill him!"
The enemy who had run out of bullets drew his saber and charged towards Ye Fan like a rainbow.
Their movements were the same, and they had a tacit understanding. They raised their hands and struck out with six knives.
Thunder.
Faced with this powerful strike like a rainbow, Ye Fan directly transformed into a sky-shattering rainbow and charged forward instead of retreating.
He punched an enemy in the head.
The enemy's head swayed instantly, like a ball, hitting another companion's head.
Then the companion's head swung and hit the third person's head... "Dang, Dang, Dang!"
In mid-air, six explosions exploded at the same time, followed by blood splattering one after another.
The explosion came from the heads of six enemies.
Six people attacked at the same time, but they were unable to withstand Ye Fan's attack.
The disciples of the Wu League who rushed over were stunned. Six of them were beaten to pieces by Ye Fan with one punch.
Ye Fan landed calmly in the blood on the ground, the anger on his face never dissipated.
He once thought about surviving, but his emotions made him take action when he saw the enemy.
After killing all the people from the Arctic Chamber of Commerce, Ye Fan calmed down and ran back to the loose hills like butter cakes.
He picked up Yuan Qingyi and ran to the hospital as fast as possible.
While waiting for the doctor to treat the wound in the hospital, Ye Fan also called Song Hongyan... Yuan Qingyi, who was poisoned by the gas, slept for three days. Three days later, she opened her eyes in a daze.
Looking at the white ceiling, her eyes were confused for a moment, as if she didn't know where she was.
Then she remembered the explosion of the hill.
My heart was instantly clenched.
"Master Ye, Master Ye—" Yuan Qingyi screamed, sitting up and looking around with a look of fear.
But she didn't see Ye Fan's shadow.
"Did Ye Fan be killed by the explosion?"
Yuan Qingyi's heart clenched, and her head began to hurt again.
A great feeling of fear struck her.
Something happened to Ye Fan, which she couldn't accept.
She couldn't help shouting: "Where are the people?
Where are the people?”
"Master Ye, Master Ye, come out."
Yuan Qingyi endured the pain, struggled to get out of the hospital bed, and kept shouting.
She had been through a sea of blood for a long time and had been stained with countless blood, but Ye Fan's lack of response still made her panic.
It feels like a child waking up from a nap and not seeing his mother next to him.
Her panicked screams echoed in the luxurious special care unit.
But no one answered her.
Yuan Qingyi gritted her teeth and rushed to the door, hurriedly opening the door.
As soon as she opened the door, she suddenly saw a pair of eyes looking at her.
That gaze was deep, peaceful, and a touch of tenderness.
Yuan Qingyi looked up suddenly following the feeling.
Seeing Ye Fan open his arms, he smiled softly: "I'm here, I'm here."
In the past three days, he has been guarding Yuan Qingyi, treating her injuries, removing poison from her, and restoring her appearance.
Just now, a call came in and he left the ward for a moment.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Qingyi woke up at this moment and was still frightened, which made him feel pity in his heart.
"Ye Fan, is that you?
Is it really you?
Are you okay?"
As if in a dream, lonely and helpless, when he saw someone, Yuan Qingyi's panicked heart actually became at ease.
Her body was leaning forward for a hug.
But her reason allowed her to suppress her lost and recovered emotions.
"You sacrificed yourself to save me, how could anything happen to me?"
Ye Fan smiled and hugged the woman generously: "Tell me, why are you always so stupid?
Protect me again and again."
"How can I let you sacrifice like this?"
At the critical moment of life and death, Yuan Qingyi sacrificed himself and threw him away. Ye Fan was grateful from the bottom of his heart.
"It is my duty to protect the young master."
"Whether you die or we die together, it's because I failed to protect you."
Yuan Qingyi smiled: "I have failed for most of my life, and I can't let myself fail again."
"You are just too nervous about me, but don't cherish yourself."
With helplessness in Ye Fan's eyes, he took the woman back to the ward and let her lie on the bed with peace of mind: "Actually, I can handle those poisonous gases and explosions, but if you protect me from death, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."
"Poison gas and explosions will at most hurt my people, but if something happens to you, it will hurt my heart."
"If you encounter this situation again in the future, you must protect yourself first and don't think about me."
"I'm better than you in skill and strength. You've already taken good care of yourself. How can something happen to me?"
He poured Yuan Qingyi a glass of water and warned her.
"clear."
Yuan Qingyi drank water gently and smiled.
In fact, she also knew that Ye Fan didn't need her own protection most of the time, but when she saw him in danger, she always instinctively stepped in to block him.
So she promised Ye Fan openly, but when it comes to real danger, it depends on who is better, reason or emotion.
While laughing, Yuan Qingyi suddenly saw a shadow in the water and saw half of his face bandaged.
She trembled, quickly put down the cup, and reached out to touch her cheek.
"Don't move. The injury is not healed. It will easily become inflamed if touched."
Ye Fan quickly grabbed the woman's hand and said, "To tell you frankly, the left side of your face was burned and poisoned, and your face was disfigured."
He looked at Yuan Qingyi with bright eyes: "It is too difficult to repair, and there is nothing a plastic surgeon can do."
Disfigured?
Yuan Qingyi's delicate body trembled when she heard this, and her smile became a little more poignant.
There was also a hint of sadness in her eyes. She wanted to touch them but was worried about the inflammation that Ye Fan said, so she could only touch the intact face on the other side and miss her.
"This is the price of protecting me!"
Ye Fan asked: "Don't you regret it later?"
Yuan Qingyi's eyelids twitched, her sadness gradually subsided, and half of her face showed determination.
She looked at Ye Fan and patted the other half of his face: "As long as I can protect Mr. Ye, I can also destroy this half of my face."
"I will not let half of your face be destroyed, let alone let you be harmed in the future."
Ye Fan laughed loudly and brought a mirror and placed it in front of Yuan Qingyi.
Then, he reached out and took off the gauze from the woman's face.
Yuan Qingyi closed her eyes subconsciously. No matter how strong she was, it would be difficult for her to face half of her face that had just been destroyed.
"Open your eyes, disfigured or not, you will have to face it sooner or later."
Ye Fan said softly: "If you still don't admit it, let's face it from now on."
"Well -" Yuan Qingyi gritted his teeth, trembling and opened his eyes.
On the mirror, half of my face was stained with medicinal powder and traces of gauze, but I could still see my shiny skin.
Yuan Qingyi was shocked and opened his mouth wide. Didn't he say that he was disfigured?
After being stunned for several seconds, she slowly wiped the powder off her face.
Smooth, white and flawless.
"This..." She was shocked, dumbfounded, and couldn't believe it: "What's going on?"
"Of course it's my magic that brought me back to life."
Ye Fan let out a hearty laugh, and then took out a bottle of ointment without a label.
"In the past few days, I have detoxified you, treated your injuries, and racked my brains to prepare a bottle of scar-removing and repairing plaster."
"It's very useful for people with fresh burns and cuts. It's more effective than a plastic surgeon's surgery."
"Of course, your current situation is not only due to the effect of the ointment, but also due to my medical skills."
"However, this ointment has always been a major contributor. It also has an eight-star rating, which is two stars higher than the plasters on the market."
"I am going to call this ointment Qingyi Wuxia. You have sacrificed so much for me, and I always need to repay you."
"Beautiful beauty, beauty to stop bleeding, green clothes to remove scars."
"I have asked Han Ziqi to set up a company to sell Qingyi Wuxia. You will always enjoy 30% of the profit."
Ye Fan put the ointment in Yuan Qingyi's hand: "This is what I can do for you..." "Master Ye!"
Yuan Qingyi held the ointment and was moved.
She didn't care about money, but she was happy with Ye Fan's sincerity, which was another recognition of Ye Fan's recognition of her.
She wanted to say something more, but Ye Fan waved her hand to stop her.
"If you're grateful, don't say it. You and I don't care about it anymore."
Ye Fan smiled: "The top priority is to take a few days to rest and take good care of yourself. That is more important than anything else."
"clear!"
Yuan Qingyi nodded lightly, and then remembered something: "Master Ye, if the hill explodes, I'm afraid it will be a game within a game..." Having regained consciousness, she was not only aware of the game on the hill, but also thought of Murong Wuxin's sniper attack
.
"Don't think about this, Hongyan will come over today."
Ye Fan shook the woman's hand: "She will handle this..."
